Fussie Fran
Ever the hopeful optimistic, Dewey’s can-do attitude is what makes him the center of it all. A nine-year old boy who loves all
sports. As a baby, his parents noticed that he would gravitate toward toys that were specifically sports related. He would actually fuss and even cry if he received a toy that wasn’t along the lines of a basketball, football, baseball or hockey stick. Dewey’s father, also an avid sports aficionado, when Dewey was a baby gave him a magic toy chest with secret powers. When Dewey was old enough to open the toy chest his life changed forever.
The alert call sounds, out of the toy chest they come…Dewey and Team Dew110 secretly transform into
Coach Does and the Defenders of Doesville to save the day.
Meet Fussie Fran, Doesville’s walking anxiety attack in knee-high socks. She’s a tornado of nerves with a scowl sharp enough to cut glass and a mouth that runs faster than a getaway car. Happy? Not in her vocabulary. Calm? Never heard of it. Fran fusses, nags, second-guesses, third-guesses, and fourth-guesses everything until the universe itself wants to apologize for existing.
One raised eyebrow from her is all it takes: suddenly Dewey’s brilliant plan is “irresponsible,” his victory is “temporary,” and that perfectly safe shortcut “smells like a trap.” Next thing he knows, the Stape Twins are cackling in the distance and he’s neck-deep in a brand-new disaster—usually with Fran leading the charge while yelling that this is all somehow his fault.
But behind the whining and the worrying, two questions gnaw at her like a double-knotted itch she can’t reach: Who is the mysterious Coach Does, really? And where—WHERE—do the Defenders of Doesville disappear to when they’re not saving the day?
Until she gets answers, Fussie Fran will keep shadowing her reluctant hero, dragging him into chaos at match speed, and greeting every disaster with the same loving battle cry: